There is something endearingly goofy about them. I often stalk them when I find them in my yard. I’ve discovered that sometimes, if you move verrrrry slowly, you can slide fingers under them until they are actually sitting on your hand. Once you’ve accomplished that you can lift them, as long as you don’t change their orientation to the sun—that seems to be one of the danger signals they react to. They panic if you try to trap them, of course, but simply insinuating a surface to sit on doesn’t seem to trigger panic in the same way.